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He gently took the blanket from her "Fumizuki.....don't ever think I will hurt you" He was knelt down to her height. He wiped his face clean and spoke "you never need to worry about me hurting you, okay?"

"Okie papa." Fumizuki hugged Drael. "I'm sowwy."

Lucas is eating a Nut Cookie.

Azumi, late as ever, gently threw a whoopee cushion over Drael's head. Her competence as a "trickster spirit" is now becoming more and more questionable.

"Oh nonsense, Mr. Narrator!" Azumi attempted to talk to some... nonexistent voice "I am an expert at such things!"

Charlie sat there, bored. She was reading a book.

"I don't get why Uncle Maffius wanted me to do that, anyway. Has he been getting ideas from my sister Minazuki?"

"There's nothing to be sorry for, sweet face. Why don't you go ask your Uncle Mathius to make us up some snacks?"

"No no, Fumizuki. We've been pranking each other before you were born."

He grinned "lemme make up some snacks. What would you like?"

Fumizuki thinks for a moment, and then answers. "Shortbread chocolate chip cookies, pwease."

"Sure thing"


He went into the kitchen to start making up the cookies for Drael and Fumizuki

"Hah. Family."

How adorable.

Apollo sat there bored. "Something to do. Something to do." She kept repeating quietly to herself, reading a book.

Apollo looked up then sighed. She flipped the page in her book then looked back down, reading it.

"There is actually quite a lot to do here, simply stop being a deva and have everyone do more than read a damn book...."

A small, sort chirp of a laugh broke through her lips. She looked at Tristan. "Like what-?"

"Not my job to tell you, I got stuff to do on my own. Just... **** around and find out, I suppose..."

She laughed then back-rolled off the chair into a handstand. She elegantly turned back and landed on her feet, hands up in the air. She lowered her hands to her side then walked over to the kitchen to find something to do.

Belfast was sitting outside on the ground. Her long white hair blew in the soft breeze, going somewhat into her face. She blew the hair out of her eyes. She blinked and sighed. Her dull black eyes scanned the horizon. She just sat there, now looking down at the ground, back against a tree. She was just like a doll.

"I suppose having something to do is better than nothing to do."